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Letter to Someone Very Special
2007, France, December 23
The night of this winter was particularly cold and lonely, the warm light of the fireplace shone from a small wooden house on the outskirts of a village dedicated to the production of artisanal wine, a drink that was particularly desired in the region, especially in cold weather, because of his master brewer, who lived with his three children in a hut, made a special version to be enjoyed only at Christmastime, a preparation to which he added a touch of coffee and cinnamon, flavoring the wine with a secret proportion that made it incomparable.
At that moment the children were writing their letters to Santa Claus, joyfully playing among themselves making a lot of noise, while their father was watching them from an armchair, drinking a cup of hot wine seasoned with his special mixture of coffee and cinnamon, totally exhausted by his work of these days. When the children finish writing their long wish lists, the father tells him:
— "Well, it's time to go to sleep and leave the letters in the boots hanging over the fireplace to get them to the North Pole."
The youngest son hugs him and, sitting on his lap, says:
— "Dad, why don't you write her a holy letter?"
That question took the exhausted man by surprise, and he answered only that he had nothing important to tell Santa, trying to hide his known disbelief for the existence of the father of Christmas, since he had no special devotion for this character since he was a little boy when he lost his parents in a war and had to live at an aunt's house.
His answer was not convincing for the son who would not give up, so the father was forced to tell him:
— "Okay, I will write a letter to Santa, but only this Christmas."
The son agreed, the dad set about making the letter inviting Santa to the nightly gift wrapping session they held on Christmas Eve.
France, December 24. Christmas Eve.
That night the children were in their rooms and the father remained downstairs in the living room, the weather was quite icy full of snowflakes going very fast, the wind was so much that the father had to put more wood in the fireplace to warm the house, waiting for the gift wrapping session.
Suddenly something surprising happened, the air brought with it the sound of bells, more specifically, bells coming from the roof, the man grabs a cup of coffee he left on the table and takes a sip while looking out the window, suddenly a warm glow full of stars begins to manifest itself transmitting a great peace, a sharp knock announces that someone is knocking at the front door and when he opens it he finds Santa in front of him. The father knew it was him, as he has a certain smell of cookies that reminds him of when his mother used to bake them at Christmas to leave next to the glass of milk, he invited him in and says the following:
— "Come in Santa Claus, what an honor that you chose our house to come."
The fat man in the red suit looks at him and says:
— "Oh dear François, I came because of the letter you sent me and invited me to come to your house for the nightly gift wrapping session."
Then they walk into the kitchen and François hands him a cup of frothy coffee, the coffee was engraved with a Christmas hat and some cookies to go with it. Santa, obviously not going to refuse such a delicious dessert, they were talking for a long time, that's when François tells him:
— "I must confess something to you Santa Claus, when I wrote that letter I didn't believe so much in Christmas, or rather, I did believe in Christmas, but I didn't believe in you."
Santa takes a thoughtful attitude, looks at him fixedly and answers:
— "We all have faith in many things that we do not see, but some things make you doubt, I will not deny it and until it appears in the entrance of your house, they are great mysteries of life, that's why some call them acts of faith."
Those words completely changed François' view of the magical character, so he called his children to come downstairs because he was going to show them something important. However, when the children came downstairs asking what was going on, Santa was already gone. With a smile on his face, François understood that the children were not ready to see him, that it was just a sign that he was real, so the children asked him:
— "Dad, what did you ask for in the letter you wrote?"
And he only answered them:
— "I asked that we be always united and have faith in spite of the circumstances."
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